The Wildlife Of Lotty

A Surprise For Picola

Not knowing what time John was going to arrive at lotty with the pork cobs I packed a few home comforts (tea, book, and mp3 player with an episode of Family Guy on) and headed over after dropping the blur off at school. Having also brought along the remains of our french stick the girls were even happier than usual to see me.

As John and his friend Richard were coming to pick up the generator I thought it might be helpful if I made space to move it and clear the clutter from on top of it. I picked up a deckchair cushion, screamed (or as much of a scream as im capable of) and ran out of the hut. Im really not scared of little creatures, it was just the surprise at finding a mouse in there. Whilst out of the hut during my scare I looked for the girls who were all at the bottom along the fence. I had to do a double take before I realised we hadnt acquired another black hen and it was a cat sitting quite happily amongst our girls. I ventured back inside talking to the mouse, who I have decided to call Henry, telling him that I didnt mind his presence, just try not to hide under things that im moving.

Having had a few more eggs than usual over the last few days im hopeful that we now have four layers, but I have to work out whether its Betty or Penny.

As with most of my blogs there is always so much I forget to write, so today I found myself some paper and a pen and decided to do a quick draft in the hut. Once again to my surprise, but without the screaming Henry ran across the floor trying to find his way out. I know I shouldnt really but I couldnt resist offering him a few small pieces of bread as he really is very sweet. What I cant quite work out is how he managed to drag an apple four or five times his size over to the generator, which is now covered in mouse droppings.

There are a few robins around lotty which John has fed biscuits to over previous winters. This year however may be slightly different as our girls have chased it off whenever its attempted to share their bread. Not wanting it to miss out on a bit of extra food over the winter im going to try and find him a little spot to feed from thats out of reach of bigger beaks. Iv taken a look at our wood pile and the possibility of building a bird table seems very likely.